The room went silent for the umpteenth time, and Darius' eyes shot daggers at Axel., who was walking towards the Alpha.
The Alpha's currently sleeping after taking some medications, even though he insisted on not taking any.
As Axel squatted beside him, his brows knotted. Normal, the injury on the King would have healed up by now, but it's been over an hour, and the wound isn't showing any sign of closing up at all, which is very unusual.
Queen Elsa strolled casually to the Alpha, and she paused when she figured out why Axel looks disturbed. The King wasn't healing. The wound still looked very fresh on the King's chest.
"He isn't healing" She muttered.
"What have you done?" She shot at Axel, her eyes brimming with anger. "Did you lace the arrow?"
"Of course not!" Axel defended. His main goal had been to satisfy the blood-thirst in him, by hunting some animals; not lacing his arrow, and shooting at the Alpha.
